The Anti Blog, Part 4

Mind you, I do the song lyric thing from time to time anyway,

Sigh. I will find a blog style.

And maybe some endorphins.

How happy chemicals, where have you gone?

Still I achieved something this week. I levelled up on Warhawk. Jeez, that’s sad.

Hmmm, I suspect that just as you shouldn’t so the food shopping when hungry, you shouldn’t blog when a tad pissed off.

Seriously, really connected.

Complete alone.

The Anti Blog, Part 3

Hmmm, or perhaps I could just post song lyrics…

Any dolt with half a brain
Can see the human kind has gone insane
To the point where i don’t know
If I’ll upset the status quo
If I throw poison in the water main.
Listen close to everybody’s heart
And hear that breaking sound
Hopes and dreams are shattering appart
And crashing to the ground.
I cannot believe my eyes
How the world’s filled with filth and lies
But it’s plain to see
Evil inside of me is on the rise.

(taken from Dr Horrible, Act Two)

The Anti Blog, Part 2

So.

Short. Vitriolic.

Here goes.

Love. Money. Companionship. Less stress. Not too much too fucking ask is it?

The chance to walk down the street without a car/moped full of chavs crusing past and a barely heard torrent of abuse streaming out. Give me a high powered velocity rifle and try that again. Better still - walk up to my face and say it.

Duelling pistols at dawn would certainly thin the herd.

You sir, I call you out. Just you. The rest of your shellsuit wearing mongoloids can wait till tomorrow. Let’s reintroduce a sense of fair play and see how far you get you little shits.

I should get a cat.

We can take over the world together.

The Anti Blog, Part 1

Wow, I am so bad at this blog malarkey. I used to actually have friends to talk to so blogging seemed kinda pointless but since life is kinda lonely here in Cheltenham I should get up to speed with this cyber diary stuff.

Don’t kid yourself folks - blogging is just that. Girly dear diary faff posted on the world wide interweb for many to see.

And now I have joined in.

Don’t get me wrong. Some blogs are ace. I’ve read some great entries and learnt a great deal.

But the vast majority are blah blah blah. Pick up a phone and call someone folks - or share your emotions and thoughts with friends down the pub.

I saw an episode of Supernatural where a demon/creature could fake phone calls, online chat or e-mails/SMS from dead loved ones, gaining their trust before luring them to his feeding ground.

He said that centuries beofre he had to lurk in the forests at the edge of villages and try to beckon people to him at night. Most of the time other villagers would intervene and he’d starve, getting maybe one meal a year.

But in modern times people are so connected with technology and yet so isolated. No one to look out for them or care for them, despite a friend list of over 500 on Facebook or a SIM card full of phone numbers.

It is true. I’m really feeling this at the moment. I know lots of people and yet I’m sat here feeling a bit lonely.

And pathetic.

And i’m blogging like a sodding hypocrite.

Heck, my last post was a whiny, fucked off post too. I’m turning into Warren Ellis with less piss and about the same amount of vinegar!

I should also resort to short braindumps of vitriol.

Hmmm…

Now, dance fucker, dance.

Ugh, what a day. Pissy wet weather to start with. Then Diamond tell me they fucked up and I’ll be getting my large (and I mean HUGE) graphic novel reorder tomorrow along with my normal delivery. I will drown in stock…

Diamond offer this service called a ‘prompt pick’ on all orders over a certain value which means you get it the next day. Well I put one in Monday and it’s not gonna arrive till Thursday, work that one out. Prompt? Fuck off.

9 times out of 10, Diamond fuck up like this. I could go into the reasons why the two Forbidden Planet chains in the UK get better service, but it’s boring for those outside the industry and it boils down to a simple case of an old boys’ network. Once again not what you know but who.

That kids is why brown nosing ass bag fuck dicks will always do better in life than people who work hard.

The thing that really grinds my gears is that Diamond make no effort to offer customer service. I have to give good customer service - I can rarely say what I’m really thinking when people are obnoxious and shitty over simple things whilst at work. And sadly I seem to carry that into the rest of my life. But that’s for another blog.

Diamond know they need to do nothing as they have an unchallenged monopoly. They are the only comic dsitributor of note these days. So they can happily fuck up and as independent comic shops we have to smile and take it as they slip their dirty veiny cock further down our throats.

My games supplier Esdevium know they have competition in the UK so they make more of an effort to keep me sweet and fix any problems. They are ace, big shout out to Esdevium. We had a big delivery of excellent board games for the relocated and shiny Gaming section today. That was brilliant. And arrived the day I expected.

So, the day’s a wash out and I’m gonna slip off and see Kung Fu Panda tonight to cheer myself up. I may even treat myself to dinner at Apres. Who knows.

The one good thing was I finally heard some tracks off new album from The Offspring and it tempted me to shell out for the album.